Putney is the sort of place

one can wear a woman's dress

and fit in I have found,

don't ask me why.

There are more things in heaven and earth

to concern us I know,

but it might be instructive in case of sudden flirtations

with hitherto untried mixed sex perambulations. 

 

The same may not be said of other areas

where consequences might ensue

for instance after the sudden arrival

at an unexpected urinal

or the insect house at London zoo. 

 

So i'd recommend Putney

handy for a station in case of the need for escape,

and a bridge over which to jump

in the dress you might wear to command the attention

you undoubtedly subconsciously desire.